Here we are 11 years later. The number 11 will never be the same. The Philadelphia airport rental car center – never the same. That’s where I was when I heard. I was in the air when it happened. Had no idea – just another day on the road, left the plane, took the bus to the rental center, got my car from the Emerald Lane and as I checked out the lady said “you are lucky to be here” I said “what do you mean” and she replied listen to the radio. I did and spent the rest of the day at my business meeting watching a small TV in their break room. The. I drove that rental car with three other refugees back to Atlanta.
I will never forget this. Every minute. The shock and horror. The phone calls to NY the panic to see if my cousin who worked nearby in Manhattan was okay. The stories that followed of broken hearts, lost dreams. The anger at unknown enemies who have no moral compass. It’s still there 11 years later, a subtle bit of sorrow weighs on my heart all day.